Release Day! Dangerous Curves Ahead by Tymber Dalton

Dangerous Curves Ahead

by Tymber Dalton

(Note: This is the third book in what’s informally called the South Dakota Trilogy sub-set of the Suncoast Society series. Those three books are Beware Falling Ice, Beware Falling Rocks, and Dangerous Curves Ahead.)

Dr. Justin Rede has just graduated college…and just come out of the closet. During a trip to Florida to visit his sister, Rachel, and her fiancé, Andrew, they introduce Justin to their kinky friends in hopes they can help talk Justin into moving from South Dakota to sunny Sarasota.

Including hunky older, experienced Doms, Wade and Glen.

Wade and Glen are newly married since the marriage ban fell, but have been together for years. Sure they’ve played with thirds before, in the dungeon as well as in their bed. But their standing rule has always been it’s just for fun, not for love.

Until they meet Justin.

Now the two sadistic Doms realize something’s happened they never expected—they’ve lost their hearts to Justin. But can they convince him they’ve changed their minds and want him for life before someone else comes in and scoops their perfect subby unicorn right out from under them?

“We have mail,” Glen teased the next morning as he leaned against the counter and perused his phone while the coffee brewed.

Wade stared at him. “Huh?”

Glen held up his phone. “Friend request from Justin on Fet. Be willing to bet he sent you one, too.”

Wade walked over to his phone, where it sat plugged into his charger on the counter, and took a look at it while the other man poured himself a cup of coffee.

“Yeah,” Wade said. “He…did.”

“He’s cute.” Glen didn’t look up from his phone.

“Yeah.”

“Too bad he’s not definitely living down here yet.”

“Yeah.”

Glen looked up from his phone. “Dude.”

“H…e’s cute. All r-right?”

Glen smiled. “I saw you checking him out last night. Yeah, I’d love for us to have a shot at him. Cute virgin subby? Yes, please!”

“Virgin?”

“Well, mostly. To all this, at least. While we didn’t exactly clarify that point, my guess is he’s never fucked a guy. Probably never been fucked by one, either.” He waggled his eyebrows at Wade. “Think of all the boxes we could check off his list for him in all the good ways.”

Wade reached for his own coffee mug and poured a cup. “If he wants to.”

“Fuck me.” He threw his head back and playfully groaned. “The guy’s a fucking doctor.”

“Researcher.”

“Who the hell cares? Did you see the ass on that boy?”

Wade smiled and nodded.

“He’s hot and smart.” Glen grinned. “I imagined biting him all over. Leaving nice cane marks all over that fine ass before we take turns fucking him.”

“You’re…worked up.”

Glen put his phone and coffee down and walked over, taking Wade’s coffee mug from him and setting it on the counter. Then he grabbed Wade’s hips and started grinding against him. Both men were shirtless and wearing shorts, and Glen was obviously hard.

Wade already knew, from the fucking he’d given Glen last night, that this would be the result.

Sure they were both Doms, but they were partners first and foremost. The only thing about as predictable as the sun coming up every morning was Glen waking up horny as hell after a night spent bottoming to Wade.

Glen grabbed him by the back of the head and kissed him, hard, pulling Wade’s lips down to his. Nipping and sucking at Wade’s lower lip, he raked the nails of his other hand up Wade’s back.

Wade loved impact play, implements, bondage.

Glen loved to get primal, using his fists and nails and teeth.

Especially his teeth.

He spun Wade around and shoved him over the counter, reaching around him to unfasten his shorts and pull them down his legs. With his prey now naked, Glen kicked Wade’s feet wider apart and reached between his legs from behind, cupping Wade’s balls in his hand.

Then he bent over and bit down, hard, on Wade’s right ass cheek.

Wade let out a hiss of pain, hands balling into fists, his head dropping to rest on his arms as his lover took his time torturing him. Glen’s other hand snaked around Wade’s front and slowly stroked his hard cock. Back and forth, from one ass cheek to the other, down to the backs of his upper thighs, Glen bit and sucked as he kept Wade hovering in a state of need nearly as painful as the marks Glen’s teeth were leaving in his flesh.

Glen’s soft growls vibrated through Wade’s body as he fought the urge to rock his hips and try to fuck himself on Glen’s hand. The man would draw it out even longer if he did that, sadistically making him wait for release.

As he kept biting Wade, Glen slipped a finger along Wade’s taint, pressing but not seeking entrance to his ass.

The needy groan escaping Wade was echoed in his flesh by Glen.

Finally, his husband stood, grabbing him by the cock and leading him down the hall. “Daddy needs to bust a nut, buddy.”

When they reached their bedroom, Glen cupped a hand around the back of Wade’s neck and then shoved him, hard, down onto the bed. “Assume the position.” Glen’s voice nearly came out sounding like a rough growl. At this point, Wade knew Glen was down deep in his primal head space.

Wade loved it. No denying that. Not the way he wanted to make love every time, but it was fucking hot.

While Wade climbed onto the bed, hands and knees, ass in the air and head down, Glen grabbed a towel, condom, and lube. After stripping, he rolled the condom down his shaft, slathered himself with lube, and then worked some into Wade’s hole.

Wade’s pulse was already racing, his body ready.

Yeah, after seven years together, there were some things that both of them knew turned each other’s cranks, and it got them hot in the process. He’d never let another guy take control of him like this, but Wade loved it when Glen got into one of these moods and totally went primal aggro on him.

Paul was forced to make a heartbreaking decision to end things with Lynn. It took nearly two years to painfully hammer home that, despite his beliefs, he chose wrongly and all his friends had been right. Including Lynn. Now he is back and ready to fight for the love he gave up—if Lynn will only give him a chance.

The last thing she can do is move on.

Lynn never blamed Paul because she understood why he had to leave. She also knows it tore him up inside. Two years later, she’s a shell of her former self and knows logic doesn’t matter when a shattered heart has deeply buried her under a rockslide of pain.

The last thing they thought they would have was a second chance.

Paul’s sudden return threatens to upend Lynn’s life. Can she ever trust him again, or will her dreams be cruelly crushed once more?

Rachel’s only flying back to Sioux Falls because it’s her brother Justin’s college graduation. The last thing she wants to do is confront her painful past and the people who made it that way. Florida is her home. Other than her beloved little brother, her friends are her “family.”

Native-Floridian Andrew is Rachel’s friend and play partner. Having been burned recently by an ex, he’s not in a hurry to commit. Fortunately, neither is Rachel. But as the weekend progresses and misadventures abound, the two take chances neither expected. Especially when a sudden death in Rachel’s extended family forces her to spend far more time with them than she’d planned.

When an unexpected ice storm traps them in Sioux Falls for the week, the heat rises in their hotel room. Now, if the two can survive a myriad of self-inflicted accidents—including attack vibrators and an unintended off-label use of hand sanitizer—they might just be able to survive anything.